#baronyofthesilverwolf

Mad Ernie is missing SO many conversations right now, but if one looks, they find him in the garden. It's not his strong point, but he does keep tend.

"MADERN!" A call comes from across the hold, loud and NOT AMUSED.

Danica tromps through a hall, stormy faced.

Madern loooks up "Just a sec" He calls "Taking care of the bench in the garden"

"NOW." Her tone brooks no argument even as she gets closer.

Welp, looks like there's gonna be a show. To the kitchen. Maybe dinner & a show....

"Yes" He says promptly, then mutters under his breath "What's crawled up the darkest shade of blue on her?" He puts the dust rag away and goes on towards the sound of the bellowing.

Thistle comes in just as Julius exempts himself out the door, not unwise when there is an angry troll about. Marigold is trying to placate her, to no avail.

"Something you need, Thane?" He asks confusion on his face

Thistle snags a muffin from a basket on the counter. Citrine is close behind, and other Nevers are likely to follow.

She steps forward and grabs him by the collar. "You will return my property to me IMMEDIATELY."

Mmm, banana walnut muffin!

'Your property? " He is surprised, then reaches into his pockets, and pulls out a baseball card "This is yours? I didn't know you collected" He offers it up. It's not a particularly rare card.

She gives him a shake that lifts him a few inches off the ground. "Do not test my patience further." Thane Danica says, sounding like she is already out of it.

"Would be nice to get my socket back, too." Nonchalant.

"I don't think the other stuff I've got is yours, " But he scrammbles for his pockets and drops another object, a custom switch blade comb made of wood with a fancy etching , a long lost scratcher ticket that was done in the pattern of an M, and a coaster for drinks shaped like a kitten curled up "Any of these yours? And I don't have your socket, Thistle. I try not to go into your workshop so I can avoid temptation. What's going ON?" he asks

Danica's grip tightens and she lifts him to face level, as though ready to SHAKE the missing items out of him, possibly like a pinata.

A voice snaps, "YOU PUT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW, DANICA MIDDLENAME." Marigold SMACKS her on the arm with a wooden spoon!

It is so unexpected that Danica actually... does. She drops his collar and steps back, heels snapping together as though reprimanded by a superior officer.

"Now you listen here! Give m'lad a chance to respond before you go roughing him up. Not in MY Kitchen!" Shaking the spoon under Danica's nose.

"Where's my hair and mane ointment?" Blossom hurupphs.

"Well SOMEONE took my socket."

And Madern drops to the ground "THANK YOU, Marigold"

"Well, that 'someone' aint me, Thistle," Madern frowns a bit "I was in the garden dusting off the statue of lady Dahlia. It gotten dirty and dusty."

"This is no simple matter. My sidearm is NOT a toy nor something for a light-fingered lad to play around with!"

Danica thunders, Marigold gasps, and....

"Sidearm?" He snorts "I'm a PISKIE, not a gun nut. Piskies go after interesting things, not expensive and not dangerous so much as quirky. At least I do. Look, I've emptied my pockets and no side arm, no socket, no ointment. And frankly, I get it, it's like expecting a pooka to start a lie or be behind a prank, first target for blame, but whilee I am sometimes a thief, I am NOT a liar" offended "I did not take these things."

Danica glowers (and you ain't been glowered at until a Troll, or perhaps a Nocker, does it). "Then you'll have no objection to a search of your quarters."

"I have lots of objections to distrust and accusations .. but sure, just one thing. If you find anything of this stuff all in my room when I didn't know about it, then I want a dictum put on me to tell the truth from the baroness or baron" A glare back, it would appear that while he's still intimidated by the troll, he has his back against the wall, and he's actually offended, "Marigold had to pull you off me before you gave me a chance to defend myself and i DON'T consider you an unbiased judge. ' His jaw sets out "So if I'm being framed then I DESERVE a chance to prove my innocence."

Blossom huffs.

A brow raised. "Sounds like folk I know, generally it's the guilty that insist that I get a warrant." She says, "Here I was doing you a favor by not going to m'lord first. Very well. Let's see what there is to see."

"Copaganda bullshit . " He snorts and heads towards his room. expecting her to follow

Marigold looks somber. "Firearms? Tsk, you should know better than to let such a thing go missing, Danica." Scolding tone. "There are childlings that play here."

Danica looks like she is almost annoyed enough to talk back to Marigold... almost. "You think I don't know that? Do you know what the punishment is for an officer that loses their firearm?" SCOWL. Her knuckles crack as she makes a fist at Madern's remark, but she relaxes her fingers with a visible effort before following.

Possibly with a curious entourage in tow... (pause)